June 14, 2006

There is a silencewithin the silencepenetratinggently pullinga slight magnetism,formless pulling formrealizing formwaking through formwaking,to raindrops,fluttering down the end of a leaftouching tip of tongueto leaf tipdrinking in the drop,down the throatpulled in deeplywhere silence restswithin silence.

June 5, 2006

June 1, 2006

A human being is part of the whole world, called by us “universe,” a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separate from the rest – a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. The striving to free one's self from this delusion is the one issue of true religion. Not to nourish the delusion but to try to overcome it is the way to reach the attainable measure of peace of mind.~Albert Einstein

About Me

It has become more difficult to introduce myself. How do we describe who we are? I realize that I am not defined by my name, my gender, my profession, my relationships, my religion, or my accomplishments. My past does not define me. I am… something else. Some will say that I am a presence moving gently here, and that I am one who listens deeply, loves with an open heart, finds bliss in ordinary miracles, and seeks truth in silence, innocently. I am not so different than you.